"Yes, yes, no salads for you," he remarked with a nod of his head. He had plenty of meat in the back freezer, but none of it was thawed, and if he was treating with another guest, he should probably grab something fresh. It had been awhile since he had gone hunting. It sounded like a good opportunity to do that.
"And non-food wise?" They may as well get that out of the way so he could remove any potential allergy-inducing materials.
"I will take tomatoes and peppers, however." Not a salad but sounded like the start of a good salsa? Something like that maybe- "Some onions, cilantro- Then again maybe not for you." Was that a tease? How was that a tease that carried in his voice over some little list like that as if he knew what he was talking about-
There was a moment of thoughtful silence there. "Nothing I can think of. Been a while since I was on land to any capacity."
"You like spicy food then?" Peppers came in all manner of varieties after all, and they went from mild to burn-your-face-off. He needed to know if he was having a go for the common bell pepper to trying his hand for jalapenos. "I can make a good stir-fry with all of that. Let's you pick out what you don't like." He shook his head at the tease though because of course he had a sassy merman in his house.
Well, it seemed they had at least some basics down for each other. "We'll keep things simple for you to recover. Feel free to haul yourself out of there if you want. Towels are on the rack to dry off."
A soft hum, "Whenever I come inland enough to get it, yeah. Sometimes things fall off ships, things like that." Wasn't something he got overly often, but he damn well knew what he liked. "Sounds reasonable, and rather good, to me." Fish stir fry? Or whatever other meat Jack might have on hand to spare for that.
That was permission enough for him, wasn't it. "I'll keep it in mind, more so if I find myself needing to stretch- and won't track sea water through your home." Could promise that much at least.
Well, he wasn’t too big on spice being from the country, but he had learned more than his share about spices when he was deployed. He wasn’t known for being the number one grillmaster because he slacked on his knowledge of rubs when it came to meat. He supposed that he was going to be employing that kind of knowledge on grilling up a steak for this merman of his.
“You ever had a grilled steak before? Or venison? Or chicken?” He had a barbecue out back on his desk, one of the few items that he had refused to leave behind when he moved out this way. “I’m pretty good on the grill, and I can make an excellent medium rare or even rare for you.” Maybe he needed something to show off about, since the other creature was so unique and wonderful.
That would be nice. He kept his place very neat and tidy after all, but he would clean when and where necessary. “Alright, I’m going to head out and get some supplies for us. I’ll be back in a few hours. No special requests while I’m gone?”
"Can't say that I have, no. Most of my diet is raw, save for the few times I've ventured on land, but never grilled." Baked or perhaps... 'roasted' over an open flame, but he at least knew grilling was much more different than that. Knew what it was from the answer at least. "Could try rare first and go from there over the period of time you're going to have me as a guest."
Warmed up to the thought, watching Jack as he moved, shifting so arms were folded on the edge of the tub, head rested against them.
"Well, I'll treat you to a grilled steak that you won't soon forget," he boasted with a soft sort of certainty. Grilling was one of the few activities where he could just enjoy himself, lose himself in the pleasure of it. "You'll want to come out of the sea more often to visit me for grilling night." Once the merman was healed, he meant.
He looked back as he pulled on his boots, tying them as they considered. "You tried chocolate yet?" The local bakery made some mean chocolate chip cookies he had heard after all, and he could pick up a few. He'd only been in there for bread before, but maybe a change of pace for his new roommate.
He chuckled a bit, head still rested on arms, tail tapping against part of the tub as he shifted so very slightly within it. Careful not to slosh out any water at least, just looking much more comfortable despite still obvious injuries. "We will see, won't we? Looking forward to it with that talking up of your grilling skills, Jack." Really, he was.
There was a thoughtful expression- "Maybe? But too long ago for me to remember properly." Been a long, long time since he had last ventured on to land for one reason or another.
He figured that sloshed water was going to be a hazard of his house guest, and he would pull out old towels just in case. Later. Now, he was pulling on his coat and bundling back up to head out into town. He had a mental list that he needed, which felt odd as he avoided town as much as physically possible. "Whatever you imagine a good grilled steak is like, I assure you mine is better. The trick is the sauce."
Tugging his gloves on, he grabbed up a big canvas pack that had obviously been military use. He slung it over his shoulder. "I'll see what the bakery has. You rest up. I'll be back in a few hours," he murmured and gave a sort of mock salute and then slipped out the door into the gusty wind.
"I'll be waiting to see if what you say holds true, Jack." Sounded more amused and, well, honestly looking forward to it. Sure, he had honestly had meat cooked over an open fire, but this really did sound far different than that. The sauce a trick? Color him intrigued.
"Still will be in your home," just perhaps not his bathtub.
Which would be true when Jack got back, the bathroom -if he went there after unloading whatever he'd gotten- would actually look and smell fresh and clean. Dry, and bathtub drained. The only thing missing were a few towels- but the bedroom door would be open. Curtain drawn, or blinds closed, with whatever window was there and, well.
His guest was stretched out on that bed, dry himself with towels under him just in case. All of that wavy hair brushed and tied back so much more neatly. Eyes closed and tail somehow mostly on the bed as he rested on his back, some bandages re-done so as not to bleed all over the place either. The tub wasn't large enough for him to rest easily apparently, but the question could be how the hell he got there.
Jack headed into town, not exactly greeting people and producing the usual stares as if he were a stranger few knew anything about but were willing to gossip over. For once, he didn't much mind or care, keeping to himself but heading into the small grocer without hunching his shoulders too much or grunting at anyone that might greet him.
He actually went through the grocer, picking out some acceptable t-bone grilling steaks, some potatoes and some vegetables that he could eat while his house guest could pick and choose. He grabbed chicken and pork as well, some because it was on sale and others because it seemed like he was going to have to eat more consistently for a little while. That would be weird. He would go out and fish when he felt like it, but these were more the staples he knew well.
Then it was to the bakery that smelled of fresh-made bread. He lingered on the choices, eventually deciding on a loaf of wheat, a couple of croissants, and a dozen chocolate chip cookies. The young woman seemed curious of him as he spent as little time making orders out of everyone in the town and here he took his time.
Items bought and paid for, mail picked up, a little extra tackle and hooks for fishing, and he was back home. He stepped in the door and immediately noted that the bathtub was empty. It smelled of salt water all the same, and everything seemed neat and tidy too. He put the groceries away and then poked around the small house looking for his guest, finding him on the bed. Well... that was one way to be comfortable.
He leaned on the doorframe, still in a coat and beanie, probably somehow looking rougher than his companion all settled on the bed. "Am I going to need a bigger bed now?" It was light and airy, no offense at all.
He stretched, making an entire show of it and almost seeming to spread himself even more over that bed as his tail curled along with fins. Arms stretched out above his head and hair shifting against pillows, looking for all the world like he belonged right there in that bed like some pampered being from the sea.
"Maybe, if you're not one who likes to cuddle up." A hum to his voice as if considering and... not at all thinking much of the fact he was caught on the bed.
Jack had told him to get comfortable and make himself at home, more or less. For all the world he considered this all the be a part of that offer. He'd done his best to not make a mess, and surprisingly the bed wouldn't smell terribly of the sea- at least no more than the salty air made it, oddly pleasant and welcoming rather.
Yep, he was definitely going to need a bigger bed. While he wasn't known for moving around a lot in sleep, he just knew he would be cuddling up and probably at risk for rolling on the fins or nestling in a bit too friendly of a way. He had developed that habit relatively early when he and his boyfriend of the time would sleep outside in the barn and cold nights meant only the best cuddling opportunities. He hadn't been able to shake the subconscious want to cuddle in bed since.
"Ah well, that isn't usually a problem, no. But I don't want to disturb you when you sleep," he pointed out easily. He also didn't want to make his house guest awkward. It was interesting that the merman was perfectly capable and willing to laze around on his bed, so he expected that his adventures with the tub would be short lived for recovery.
"You're welcome to stay there overnight if you like. It's a comfortable bed," he said, not willing to dislodge his guest. "I bought some cookies. They are pretty fresh. Would you like to try one?"
"It isn't uncommon to sleep relatively easily when closer to whomever is being traveled with-" A way of saying it was common with the less solitary of his kind, the way he had once been. "-So it wouldn't be easy to disturb me, since unlike small caves within rock or coral this is a lot more spacious. If anything some of my spines would be more likely to disturb you." Gesturing a little towards the spine along the back of his tail, shifting enough to do so.
Even if when he rested a hand against it it was clear it was more flexible than it looked, likely due to the fact he was so relaxed.
With a bit of moving and adjusting of his weight, he was able to sit himself up in that bed, tail and fins curled enough for him to do so comfortably, leaning closer towards where Jack stood- "Cookies?" That was a yes.
Of course. He always figured that mer-people would live in social groups, so maybe it was a bit odd for him to consider this one guarding a territory with family having moved on. "It is true that the bed is spacious," he remarked and glanced at the spines. He wasn't worried about them. He had slept in his fair share of pine trees or under them. "I'm pretty resilient, so I'm not that worried. You're more than welcome to stay and sleep there. I don't mind."
He snorted softly and nodded his head. "Right. Let me grab you one," he said as he turned around and headed back to the kitchen to grab the merman a fresh chocolate chip cookie and a napkin. He offered it out. "I'm sure you're aware, but don't eat the napkin. Tastes awful."
Then he seated himself on the edge of the bed and watched to see if the cookie would be approved by this very novel creature.
He had his reasons to stay, to become solitary rather than moving on with his own social group; got on well enough, still was clearly well fed and all. If it hadn't been for whatever happened he'd still likely be fine. "So long as I'm not chasing you out of it. Enough room for two, judging it's size and yours with mine," and so he was more or less saying they could sleep in it together.
The napkin padded cookie was taken, a piece broken off so he could get a look and even a scent of it- "This is why I don't understand why people eat seaweeds," a tone that made it very difficult to tell if he were joking or not.
Those eyes of his lit up when he finally took a bite of the piece he broke off, but he didn't engulf it all at once. Oh no, he took his time savoring that cookie. It was a perfect taste as far as he was concerned.
He shook his head, deciding that they could at least give it a go, and if it didn't work out for one or either of them, they could make arrangements. He was more than willing to go back to sleeping on the floor; some nights, that's all he could manage anyway. "It should be fine. We can try it, and go from there. I don't mind taking the floor," he murmured with a shrug of his shoulders. Some nights, he might end up down there anyway.
Jack squinted a little, trying to decide how to take that. "Are you talking about sushi? I never had it much when I was growing up, but once I was in a place that wasn't land-locked, I was able to try it. Seaweed isn't so bad." It was an acquired taste, but he liked it?
He could tell that the cookie was a hit, and that was good. He had grabbed a dozen after all, and he had tried to give up a sweet tooth as much as possible. "Looks like you're enjoying that. I have more if you want another after that one is done."
His head tipped just slightly more to one side- "The floor?" When there was plenty of room- sounded just a little odd to him. But he made the question vague enough that a straight answer didn't have to be given if the man didn't want to. Curious as he was, there were still just some testings of boundaries and allowing of things to be let go.
Then shoulders shrugged. "People eat it as a snack by itself- I can get the idea of sushi, but consuming something like that at all seems so very strange. Like eating a napkin." Still hard to tell if he were being serious or not- no matter how serious the tone of his voice seemed to be.
He sucked a bit of chocolate from his finger, humming a little in thought. "You're still going to cook, yes?"
He shrugged his shoulders, not certain he could or wanted to explain the potential choice to lay on the floor. Sometimes it just felt more grounded and secure than a bed, but to his mind, it still sounded ridiculous. He wasn't at war, and he had to reintegrate with society like a normal productive citizen. Yet, in his own home, he was allowed to endure those old struggles however he saw fit and no one could tell him otherwise.
"Yeah, I had seen that being an actual snack in the market." He hadn't understood it, nor had he tried it. "People take all sorts of items from anywhere and try to turn it into food at some point." He looked at the merman enjoying his cookie and raised an eyebrow. "Do you actually use seaweed as a napkin?"
He snorted softly, nodding his head. "Yeah, I bought some meat to throw on the grill. I'll make some marinade in a minute and my own sauce. It will be good, maybe not cookie good, but still memorable."
That was fine- there were things he himself didn't want to or simply couldn't speak of. All the more reason he let the question go unanswered and instead moved on.
Strange, strange creatures- "Among other things, yeah. Some use it as a bandage wrap, and things among that line as well- or even clothing with certain types." And sounded like they really didn't eat it- "There are other plants that we eat," like sea grapes and things mostly undiscovered by humans.
A few crumbs were brushed out of his beard, humming as fins curled there where he sat on the bed. "I look forward to it- and maybe one more cookie for the moment. More for later."
"I have heard it used for bandages, but not really clothing up on the surface." He also wasn't exactly up on all the trends, but seaweed didn't seem like it would make that great of clothing from where he was standing. He'd eat it, but that was about it. "Generally by the shorelines, I imagine? Fishermen talk about plants that are edible from the sea."
He smiled and eased away to go and grab another cookie for his new roommate. He brought it back and offered it over without complaint. "Enjoy," he murmured before changing tracks. "So, outside of water, do you get cold or too hot easily? I want to adjust the temperature to accommodate."
"It's not like any of us wear much-" A little gesture towards himself, because outside of what looked like an oddly colorful amount of 'jewelry' and a few scraps of fabric, he wasn't really wearing that much at all. "-and so what can be managed suits just well, and others use it as a sort of camouflage while hunting in shallower water." So that bit was a truth at the very least. "Among what we've managed to cultivate elsewhere."
The cookie was taken, and once again he broke it in to pieces to eat it, rather than just biting in to it. Seemed to make it last longer. "It depends on the season, how the weather turns. Usually the water is something of a buffer."
"No, I don't suppose that you have to. Scales are probably insulted and you have a circulatory system built for cooler water temperatures." He had gone into the water once not that long ago. He hadn't exactly been cold for long, but he understood how someone could get themselves into trouble. He liked the mixed jewelry and fabric scraps though. "Well, if you get cold, let me know. We're about the same size in the torso, so you can borrow a shirt or a sweater."
He found himself amused to watch this magical creature eat a cookie in such a dainty way, savouring every bite and clearly enjoying himself. "I have heard that ocean water does help with wound healing."
Was certainly built to survive- "Used to go to warmer places during winter here, but I've adapted to not be bothered by temperature differences in the water." Wasn't as bad as in the air, and luckily seawater didn't freeze that easily. "Sweater might be better if I do ask, yes."
"So long as the water of the area itself is healthy, other times it can cause greater sickness should it not be." As with anything else, so he figured, a ecosystem helping to take care of itself, thrown out of whack otherwise.
Migration had been given up so this merman could remain in his territory. He supposed that was lucky for him, since they might not have met if this creature had decided to migrate to warmer waters for the winter months. "You don't have trouble finding food in the winter months then?" Many fish migrated after all. "I have a few sweaters that are loose enough to not catch your fins too much."
He nodded his head, having not particularly used salt water himself. His ability to heal was accelerated as it was, and it was difficult for infection to take root for long. "And is the water healthy right now? I want you to heal well and as quickly as possible." Not to remove this one from his house, but he had seen enough things in pain to not want to watch that suffering prolonged.
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Date: 2019-12-13 05:47 pm (UTC)"And non-food wise?" They may as well get that out of the way so he could remove any potential allergy-inducing materials.
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Date: 2019-12-13 09:10 pm (UTC)There was a moment of thoughtful silence there. "Nothing I can think of. Been a while since I was on land to any capacity."
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Date: 2019-12-14 07:08 pm (UTC)Well, it seemed they had at least some basics down for each other. "We'll keep things simple for you to recover. Feel free to haul yourself out of there if you want. Towels are on the rack to dry off."
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Date: 2019-12-18 02:30 am (UTC)That was permission enough for him, wasn't it. "I'll keep it in mind, more so if I find myself needing to stretch- and won't track sea water through your home." Could promise that much at least.
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Date: 2019-12-30 04:32 am (UTC)“You ever had a grilled steak before? Or venison? Or chicken?” He had a barbecue out back on his desk, one of the few items that he had refused to leave behind when he moved out this way. “I’m pretty good on the grill, and I can make an excellent medium rare or even rare for you.” Maybe he needed something to show off about, since the other creature was so unique and wonderful.
That would be nice. He kept his place very neat and tidy after all, but he would clean when and where necessary. “Alright, I’m going to head out and get some supplies for us. I’ll be back in a few hours. No special requests while I’m gone?”
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Date: 2019-12-31 03:20 am (UTC)Warmed up to the thought, watching Jack as he moved, shifting so arms were folded on the edge of the tub, head rested against them.
"Something sweet?"
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Date: 2020-01-01 05:14 am (UTC)He looked back as he pulled on his boots, tying them as they considered. "You tried chocolate yet?" The local bakery made some mean chocolate chip cookies he had heard after all, and he could pick up a few. He'd only been in there for bread before, but maybe a change of pace for his new roommate.
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Date: 2020-01-01 12:10 pm (UTC)There was a thoughtful expression- "Maybe? But too long ago for me to remember properly." Been a long, long time since he had last ventured on to land for one reason or another.
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Date: 2020-01-03 09:36 pm (UTC)Tugging his gloves on, he grabbed up a big canvas pack that had obviously been military use. He slung it over his shoulder. "I'll see what the bakery has. You rest up. I'll be back in a few hours," he murmured and gave a sort of mock salute and then slipped out the door into the gusty wind.
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Date: 2020-01-08 07:10 am (UTC)"Still will be in your home," just perhaps not his bathtub.
Which would be true when Jack got back, the bathroom -if he went there after unloading whatever he'd gotten- would actually look and smell fresh and clean. Dry, and bathtub drained. The only thing missing were a few towels- but the bedroom door would be open. Curtain drawn, or blinds closed, with whatever window was there and, well.
His guest was stretched out on that bed, dry himself with towels under him just in case. All of that wavy hair brushed and tied back so much more neatly. Eyes closed and tail somehow mostly on the bed as he rested on his back, some bandages re-done so as not to bleed all over the place either. The tub wasn't large enough for him to rest easily apparently, but the question could be how the hell he got there.
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Date: 2020-01-10 05:35 pm (UTC)He actually went through the grocer, picking out some acceptable t-bone grilling steaks, some potatoes and some vegetables that he could eat while his house guest could pick and choose. He grabbed chicken and pork as well, some because it was on sale and others because it seemed like he was going to have to eat more consistently for a little while. That would be weird. He would go out and fish when he felt like it, but these were more the staples he knew well.
Then it was to the bakery that smelled of fresh-made bread. He lingered on the choices, eventually deciding on a loaf of wheat, a couple of croissants, and a dozen chocolate chip cookies. The young woman seemed curious of him as he spent as little time making orders out of everyone in the town and here he took his time.
Items bought and paid for, mail picked up, a little extra tackle and hooks for fishing, and he was back home. He stepped in the door and immediately noted that the bathtub was empty. It smelled of salt water all the same, and everything seemed neat and tidy too. He put the groceries away and then poked around the small house looking for his guest, finding him on the bed. Well... that was one way to be comfortable.
He leaned on the doorframe, still in a coat and beanie, probably somehow looking rougher than his companion all settled on the bed. "Am I going to need a bigger bed now?" It was light and airy, no offense at all.
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Date: 2020-01-16 08:55 am (UTC)"Maybe, if you're not one who likes to cuddle up." A hum to his voice as if considering and... not at all thinking much of the fact he was caught on the bed.
Jack had told him to get comfortable and make himself at home, more or less. For all the world he considered this all the be a part of that offer. He'd done his best to not make a mess, and surprisingly the bed wouldn't smell terribly of the sea- at least no more than the salty air made it, oddly pleasant and welcoming rather.
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Date: 2020-01-17 05:41 pm (UTC)"Ah well, that isn't usually a problem, no. But I don't want to disturb you when you sleep," he pointed out easily. He also didn't want to make his house guest awkward. It was interesting that the merman was perfectly capable and willing to laze around on his bed, so he expected that his adventures with the tub would be short lived for recovery.
"You're welcome to stay there overnight if you like. It's a comfortable bed," he said, not willing to dislodge his guest. "I bought some cookies. They are pretty fresh. Would you like to try one?"
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Date: 2020-02-24 08:11 am (UTC)Even if when he rested a hand against it it was clear it was more flexible than it looked, likely due to the fact he was so relaxed.
With a bit of moving and adjusting of his weight, he was able to sit himself up in that bed, tail and fins curled enough for him to do so comfortably, leaning closer towards where Jack stood- "Cookies?" That was a yes.
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Date: 2020-02-28 04:55 am (UTC)He snorted softly and nodded his head. "Right. Let me grab you one," he said as he turned around and headed back to the kitchen to grab the merman a fresh chocolate chip cookie and a napkin. He offered it out. "I'm sure you're aware, but don't eat the napkin. Tastes awful."
Then he seated himself on the edge of the bed and watched to see if the cookie would be approved by this very novel creature.
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Date: 2020-02-28 06:35 am (UTC)The napkin padded cookie was taken, a piece broken off so he could get a look and even a scent of it- "This is why I don't understand why people eat seaweeds," a tone that made it very difficult to tell if he were joking or not.
Those eyes of his lit up when he finally took a bite of the piece he broke off, but he didn't engulf it all at once. Oh no, he took his time savoring that cookie. It was a perfect taste as far as he was concerned.
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Date: 2020-03-02 02:56 am (UTC)Jack squinted a little, trying to decide how to take that. "Are you talking about sushi? I never had it much when I was growing up, but once I was in a place that wasn't land-locked, I was able to try it. Seaweed isn't so bad." It was an acquired taste, but he liked it?
He could tell that the cookie was a hit, and that was good. He had grabbed a dozen after all, and he had tried to give up a sweet tooth as much as possible. "Looks like you're enjoying that. I have more if you want another after that one is done."
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Date: 2020-03-02 07:15 am (UTC)Then shoulders shrugged. "People eat it as a snack by itself- I can get the idea of sushi, but consuming something like that at all seems so very strange. Like eating a napkin." Still hard to tell if he were being serious or not- no matter how serious the tone of his voice seemed to be.
He sucked a bit of chocolate from his finger, humming a little in thought. "You're still going to cook, yes?"
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Date: 2020-03-03 04:54 am (UTC)"Yeah, I had seen that being an actual snack in the market." He hadn't understood it, nor had he tried it. "People take all sorts of items from anywhere and try to turn it into food at some point." He looked at the merman enjoying his cookie and raised an eyebrow. "Do you actually use seaweed as a napkin?"
He snorted softly, nodding his head. "Yeah, I bought some meat to throw on the grill. I'll make some marinade in a minute and my own sauce. It will be good, maybe not cookie good, but still memorable."
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Date: 2020-03-03 05:56 am (UTC)Strange, strange creatures- "Among other things, yeah. Some use it as a bandage wrap, and things among that line as well- or even clothing with certain types." And sounded like they really didn't eat it- "There are other plants that we eat," like sea grapes and things mostly undiscovered by humans.
A few crumbs were brushed out of his beard, humming as fins curled there where he sat on the bed. "I look forward to it- and maybe one more cookie for the moment. More for later."
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Date: 2020-03-05 03:17 pm (UTC)He smiled and eased away to go and grab another cookie for his new roommate. He brought it back and offered it over without complaint. "Enjoy," he murmured before changing tracks. "So, outside of water, do you get cold or too hot easily? I want to adjust the temperature to accommodate."
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Date: 2020-03-05 03:38 pm (UTC)The cookie was taken, and once again he broke it in to pieces to eat it, rather than just biting in to it. Seemed to make it last longer. "It depends on the season, how the weather turns. Usually the water is something of a buffer."
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Date: 2020-03-06 03:09 pm (UTC)He found himself amused to watch this magical creature eat a cookie in such a dainty way, savouring every bite and clearly enjoying himself. "I have heard that ocean water does help with wound healing."
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Date: 2020-03-07 11:45 am (UTC)"So long as the water of the area itself is healthy, other times it can cause greater sickness should it not be." As with anything else, so he figured, a ecosystem helping to take care of itself, thrown out of whack otherwise.
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Date: 2020-03-10 03:57 am (UTC)He nodded his head, having not particularly used salt water himself. His ability to heal was accelerated as it was, and it was difficult for infection to take root for long. "And is the water healthy right now? I want you to heal well and as quickly as possible." Not to remove this one from his house, but he had seen enough things in pain to not want to watch that suffering prolonged.
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